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Jul 2015
The sun rose again this morning
Though it cares not how I feel
And when we part in sorrow
It is the moon that helps me heal
Though it whispers calm assurance
Sometimes I cannot believe it’s real
So I wait until the sun rises tomorrow
To know what truth the light shall reveal
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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